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Poverty Isn't a ChoicePrince Mortesen of Cosium watched from a higher point as the infamous Karok rode his stag straight toward the gulch, staying two lengths in front of the pursuing horses. The thief crouched low on its back just as they rounded a stretch of trees and the wide barrier came into view. Everyone behind him pulled up, but the stag took the jump, landing on the other side with room to spare. Then they sprinted off into the trees.The hedgehog prince grinned to himself and signaled his soldiers to go around. They acknowledged his wish and rode west along the ravine. He slid down the steep hillside and waited.Sure enough, the masked vagabond dressed completely in black appeared, trying to take the quickest route out of the valley, but a wall of broken stone blocked the path. He stopped, sensing a trap.“I knew you'd try to escape, Karok,” the black hedgehog with fiery stripes along his quills said as he stepped out of the brush. “I had my soldiers drive you this way on